It’s been years I haven’t write anything yet. Tired of writting? Hate wordpress so much ? Love the published notes on fb much more ? I don’t know. I really don’t. Well, sometimes you do things that you can’t even explain right ?
*haiz* I lied. I do know . Too well actually. It’s what you called desired. Hmm sounds too fancy right now. Well, that’s what called want. You know, craving. I crave for a warm hug for care. It’s not like I’m not being cared, just that this is not the care I expected.
Expectations, you know. That things kill relationships 
Why? Am I interested in him that much ? Not even close ! Why the hell do I care for him that much and in returns, what do I get ? I don’t know. I was, no, I AM his trash can to throw whatever he wants in. Whatever. like really, WHATEVER !
I miss those warm bed-time conversations. Weird things but are miracles
